I'm Bill, and I was a high school Junior when my friend Jon gave me an idea that would change my life. We were taking a leak and I looked over to check out his cock size. My cock had grown from a puny boy cock to almost six inches as I went through puberty. As I checked out other guys it boosted my confidence, seeing that I'd done pretty well – at least in terms of cock size.

Of course, I wasn't comparing erect size – but I figured if I was bigger soft, when pissing, that I'd be bigger hard as well. Jon looked like he was about my size, or maybe just a little bigger. I paused too long trying to make a determination and Jon noticed my looking.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Sorry," I said, "Just comparing."

"You can't do a good comparison like this," Jon said, "We have to both be hard." He reached over and took hold of my cock and gave it a squeeze. It felt wonderful – so much better than when I touched myself. I took his cock in my hand to return the favor. I'd never touched another guy's cock, but kind of liked it.

He grew as I squeezed and stroked him, and soon he was huge. Jon stepped closer and put his cock right next to mine, and he made me look small.

"Guess I'm the alpha male," said Jon.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"It's really pretty common," Jon explained, "There are lots of alpha males in nature – other males submit to them."

"How would anyone submit to you?" I asked.

"By sucking me," replied Jon, with a big smile.

"Sounds like a real line of bull to me," I replied.

"It's true," he replied, "And I'd welcome you to any time you want."

"Well, I don't want," I said emphatically.

"Ok Bill," he replied, "But would you just try something on your own?"

"What?" I asked.

"The next time you jack-off," he answered, "Think about sucking me, and see how it goes."

"I'm no fuckin' pervert!" I said, letting go of his cock, feeling a little self-conscious about liking the feel of it.

We changed the conversation and I thought that was the end of it.

But the next time I jacked-off I found myself thinking about Jon's big cock and how nice it felt in my hand. I wondered what it would be like in my mouth, and it began to arouse me. I quickly forced myself to think about girls and continued stroking, but soon I imagined Jon standing before me, offering me his cock. I was now very aroused and not thinking rationally. Before I knew it, I thought about his cock in my mouth and just then I came. It was an especially strong climax, but then a wave of guilt and shame washed over me.

I felt humiliated that I'd cum thinking about sucking cock and vowed never to let it happen again. I was no faggot, and certainly would never suck a cock! After a few minutes the guilt passed, and I had to admit that it was a pretty hot fantasy.

Later that day I was online and Googled "guy sucking alpha male" just to see if there was anything to what Jon had said. I was amazed to see hundreds of hits, and quickly clicked on some pictures and videos. I watched with interest as dozens of guys seemed to eagerly suck other guys off. What was especially surprising was that they seemed to be really loving it – would could a cocksucker possibly get out of it?

Of course, it was a good deal for the guy getting sucked, since he was cumming. There seemed to be no reason why the sucker should like it so much. It didn't make sense, but it did confirm what Jon said about guys submitting to alpha males. I wondered if anyone had already submitted to Jon.

After that I would think about sucking Jon every time I jacked off. It soon became my favorite fantasy and I usually came as I imagined him cumming in my mouth. The guilt still hit me when I came, but I waited it out.

It soon passed and I just told myself it was a harmless fantasy – I'd never really do it!

A few weeks later Jon asked if I'd tried his suggestion about thinking about sucking him. I was ashamed to admit it to him and hesitated. Seeing my hesitation, he said, "You did! – and you liked it didn't you?"

I denied it, but he continued to press, "Come on, admit it – you liked it – maybe just a little."

I timidly nodded, and Jon continued, "Great, now tell me about it."

"There's really nothing to tell," I insisted.

"Sure there is," he said, "And it's better when you share."

That was as far as I was willing to share, already feeling embarrassed admitting this much.

"Take your time," Jon said, "We're friends and I really wanna hear about it."

I gathered my courage and said, "I thought about it – about sucking you, but when I came I got this really bad guilt feeling – like it was so wrong.

"That's pretty common," explained Jon, "It's not really guilt, but the result of your sudden change from arousal to climax – it's not at all wrong – in fact, you might be a natural-born cocksucker."

That sounded like another line of bull, but then I remembered that my Google searches had confirmed what he'd said about sucking alpha males, so maybe he was right about this too.

I told him I didn't want to talk about it anymore, so we talked about other things. But the rest of the day I couldn't help wondering if I might be a natural-born sucker. I Googled it and read many hits about how some guys love sucking so much that they do it all the time. There is was again – the sucking enjoying it – I just didn't get what could be so great about sucking a guy off.

Finally, I decided that I wanted to try it, but just couldn't find the courage to ask Jon. Every time I was with him, I thought about sucking him, but dared not say anything. I wished he would bring it up, and maybe talk me into it.

Finally, one day he asked if I'd given any more thought to sucking him. I gathered my courage and finally blurted out, "Yea, I can't seem to get it off my mind!" I wished I could take back my words, but it was too late.

"That's great!" said Jon, "It's important to be honest with yourself about your feelings, and to be brave enough to act on them."

"I don't feel very brave," I admitted.

"Okay Bill," Jon said, "I know this is difficult to you, but we're friends, so I'll make it easy. Let's go to my place and I'll guide you through it."

I silently followed him back to his place, nervous, yet excited. He took me to his room and closed the door.

After unzipping, he took out his cock and I reached over and fondled him to full erection. Jon put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my knees. "Just take a closer look and get to know it, then do what seems right to you."

I studied Jon's huge cock, just inches from my face. It looked wonderful, and I saw a small drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. Without further thought, I extended my tongue and licked if off. It tasted a little salty, but wasn't bad at all – is that what cum tastes like?

Next I licked the head and the shaft. I knew that once I took him into my mouth that I'd be a cocksucker, and that wasn't something that could be undone, so I wanted to be really sure. Jon's moaning as I licked his cock encouraged me, and soon I took him into my mouth. It was an incredible feeling! It somehow felt like his cock somehow belonged in my mouth. I knew this was the right thing for me – perhaps I was a natural-born cocksucker after all, but I didn't know what to do.

I sucked him and moved my tongue around, tracing the contours of his cock, learning every part of it, but realized that I didn't know what I was doing, and must be sucking like a girl. I pulled off and Jon looked down at me with concern. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, "I think I am supposed to submit to you, but please teach me how to do this right." I took him back into my mouth and he taught me a variety of techniques, and soon I felt his already-huge cock swell even more, and then pump his hot cum into my mouth.

It was nothing like the pre-cum – this was really strong tasting – at first I felt like I would throw up, but Jon told me to swallow and it would be better. I did, but still had a strong aftertaste from it.

I realized that I had crossed over and now was a cocksucker but was glad I did. I knew I could never admit it to anyone, but now I knew what it was like. I enjoyed it, though it seemed that Jon got the best part.

"You should cum too," Jon said, "Hold my cock in your mouth as you stroke off."

Soon I was stroking and the feeling of Jon's cock in my mouth was better than any fantasy. I just wished I could make him cum again. I moved my tongue around eagerly and Joh began to respond, adding to my excitement. Soon I came, shooting my load into a tissue Jon had given me.

Then the guilt hit me! It was stronger than ever before, and I just had to get away.

"Gotta go," I said abruptly, and put my cock away, tucking the wet tissue into my pocket as I left. I hurried home, avoiding eye contact with anyone on the way. I felt like I had "faggot" written across my forehead and that everyone could tell what I'd just done. I'd given into temptation and done what no straight guy would ever do – I was a cocksucker and there was no going back! My life would be different now, but I had no idea how that would be.

I entered my house without encountering anyone and went to my room. I tossed the cum-soaked tissue in my waste basket and lay on my bed thinking. What I'd done was shameful, but the worst part was that I liked it. I wondered how long it would take before everyone in my school knew I was a cocksucker – then how long would it take for my family to find out? What would my parents do? Probably kick me out. I realized that this one small mistake could ruin my life!

I continued to worry about the consequences and didn't have much to say at dinner. Mom asked if I was okay and I said I thought I was coming down with a cold and would go to bed early. Maybe tomorrow things would be different. I Watched TV for a few hours after dinner and then went to bed. As I lay there, I thought about sucking Jon and how much I really liked it. Though I remember how bad his cum tasted, but I wanted more of it, and remembered the tissue I had discarded. I got up and took it out of my wastebasket and got back into bed. It was completely dry but as I pressed it to my nose, I could smell my cum.

I put the tissue in my mouth and as it moistened I could taste my cum. It was strong, but different from Jon's, and arousing just the same. Without thinking I had been stroking myself and was now fully hard. I chewed on the tissue like a stick of gum, coaxing every last taste of cum out of it before cumming.

I didn't have another tissue with me, and shot my load into my other hand, and then quickly brought it to my mouth, licking up my load. As I swallowed my load the guilt washed over me again, and I quickly spit out the tissue. What a pervert I'd become. I was so glad nobody else knew! I drifted off to sleep.

The next day I was afraid to face Jon, but he found me and said, "Bill, about yesterday – it's just between us – I'll never tell anyone."

I thanked him and said I wouldn't tell anyone either – of course I had everything to lose by telling.

The rest of the day I pondered my situation. If Jon kept this a secret there would be no reason I shouldn't submit to him more often – nobody else would ever know. I might be a cocksucker, but it was our special secret. I just hoped I could count on Jon to keep the secret.

After school I asked if I could come do it again and he welcomed my offer. He recognized my guilt feelings from yesterday and said they might ease with time – I was doing something completely natural, though not socially acceptable.

Soon I was on my knees again sucking Jon and stroking as I did. I didn't want to cum before Jon, because I might not be able to finish, so I paced myself. It was difficult holding back, and I had to force myself to slow down whenever my stroking began to speed up, as it usually did as climax approached.

It felt so wonderful sucking Jon, and I knew that it was what I was really meant to do. Soon Jon gave me his hot load. It was strong, like yesterday, but didn't taste quite as bad, and the taste sent me into immediate climax.

Jon saw that I had cum and immediately took charge. He put both hands firmly on my head, holding me there. "Now just relax and let the feeling pass," he said, "You've done a wonderful thing for both of us and have no reason to feel ashamed – this is just between the two of us. Just hold my load in your mouth until the feeling passes."

I remained kneeling as the last of my load soaked into the tissue. John talked in a soothing tone about how this was a completely normal thing for two guys to do. I thought about how great it felt having him in my mouth. Soon the feeling passed. I was no longer aroused, but gladly accepted the fact that I was a cocksucker, and wanted Jon's cock in my mouth.

I swallowed. John pulled out and asked, "You okay?"

I nodded and said, "Thanks for helping me through this."

"What are friends for?" Jon replied with a smile.

"Will it always be this way?" I asked.

"Not sure," Jon said, "But we can do it this way for a while and see how it works out."

We did, and after a few weeks I no longer felt guilt. I told Jon I wanted to jack off before sucking him off, and I did, holding his hard cock in my mouth. I just cradled it in my mouth, careful not to make him cum yet. Finally I came, but without guilt.

"How do you feel?" Jon asked. "Satisfied, but no guilt, though I don't feel the passion to suck you."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Jon replied.

"I'm not like that," I assured him, "I know what I have to do."

With that, I sucked him off. Doing it without being aroused was very different. I was more clear-headed than when I was aroused, and it seemed like I could experience more of the details of the blowjob. Certainly cumming with his cock in my mouth was amazing, but I felt that sucking Jon with this clarity of mind was especially rewarding. I knew I was doing something most guys would not, but was glad to be doing it!

When Jon came, his load tasted a little different – still very strong, yet different. I held it in my mouth, savoring Jon's manly taste. I swallowed and Jon pulled out. I told Jon that I really liked it that way, and from that day forward we always did it that way in private.

I sucked John nearly every day that way, but there were many other times too. Sometimes we would go into a restroom stall and I'd suck him off. I didn't jack-off there because it seemed too public. A couple times guys came in to piss while I was blowing Jon. He just told me to keep going, and one time he came with others there. They heard him moaning and watched us leave the stall. I was really red-faced, knowing that they knew what had happened, but was glad it was a public restroom – not at school.

I told Jon I'd suck him anywhere he offered me his cock, but just asked that he avoid anyone at school finding out. Jon got very adventurous and had me blow him in many places. By comparison sucking him at home was pretty tame, but still wonderful!

This story is dedicated to a real guy with a big cock named Jon, who I used to blow, but now he's moved away – wish you were still here Jon!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)